From the Diary of Jun – Excerpt 12: Two Years Down the Line
"white russian, hyper style." "what the hell is going on, bet?" she shook the bottle. "_someone_got the bright idea to drug unsuspecting college co-eds with his semen. someone else got the bright idea to teach that someone a lesson tonight.
Lone Digger
He wasn't sure what to say to that exactly, but gratefully welcomed the fresh shots of white russian to interrupt any further conversation about what his friend would do in bed.
Take A Chance On Me
Earl ordered the 3 some white russians, kim worked her magic and stated to prepare them right away. "so, is jake in any harm with this guy around?" nail asked as he took a puff of his cigarettw.
Kimberly's Night
Kim had started work on her forth white russian when sally said "that you, you won!" kim's mouth full showered the ferret as the white and pink mouse jumped to her feet.
Everyone Does It for Tricks and Treats
"white russian." david smiled, "white russian, comin' right up, sir!" krystal was about to talk to taylor, he interrupted her, "after hours." he winked before playfully patting her on the shoulder. ... work went off pretty routine after that.
Rip
The club was pretty jumping and victor sat at the bar, lifting a glass of white russian to his lips. in truth, few who knew him called him victor. around the club, he was known as rip. few really knew why he was called that, he just was.
Session No. 8
The suave wolf mixed another white russian, handing it to me with a wink. i smiled politely, and returned to my corner, still watching the dancers try to woo others with their moves as zach's obnoxiously blaring beats filled my ears.
Sessions (By Bsaxagent)
The suave wolf mixed another white russian, handing it to me with a wink. i smiled politely, and returned to my corner, still watching the dancers try to woo others with their moves as zach's obnoxiously blaring beats filled my ears.
Down the Rabbit Hole
"i'll have a white russian, thanks." "very good," the barkeep purrs, his paws moving like liquid as they seek out all the necessary ingredients as if with minds of their own.
That New Gym Smell
Blaziken argued, pouring himself a double white russian. machamp shrugged all of his shoulders and got himself a single shot of vodka with sprite, happily sipping the drink. "couldn't hear much past that jock strap. where did you get that anyways?"
And Shadows Still Remain
I got kahlua, if you'll take a white russian made with 2%." "that's fine." she removed her own shoes and took a seat on his couch, 70s-vintage plaid and entirely at odds with the worn leather easy chair next to it.
Equivalent Exchange (cock size theft)
No its not fma fanfiction riu sat at the bar, idly spinning the ice in the glass that previously held a white russian in circles.